I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
Emptiness can bring panic that feels like being stalked by fear
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’
I kinda like Rand Paul, but I don’t support anybody as ruler-in-chief
Jesus’ face on a Walmart receipt? People see what they want to see
‘Black vs. white’ thinking causes confusion without shades of gray
Was Columbus a hero or a special kind of evil monster? Neither one
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed